Kashphia Mimoza

The smell of candle wax
A bolt of lightning strikes
Two young voices whisper
On top a building high

The chime of singing rain
The roar of howling wind
A flicker of an old lamp
Its glow comforting yet dim

Much later does light return
Clouds drop last bit of dew
Two voices cheer and laugh
Joy spreads through and through
Such scenes live deep in soul
Memories breathe life anew